"What the hell was that?" I said aloud. "Ooops, sorry."
"Why is acting sooo fucking stupid?" asked Mickey. Just then Mickey's little sister, Hannah, came in. She was 7.
"Shi... I mean... Hannah... you're still here... I thought Kayla was taking you out."
"She was, but then her boyfriend called. And she left."
Mickey had two sisters. Hannah and Kayla. Kayla was older than him and Hannah obviously younger.
"I was wondering if Melanie would play with me," she twirling around. She was adorbale. She looked at me with big brown eyes. I thought she would have gray eyes, like Mickey, but she had her mom's eyes. Mickey and his dad were the only ones with the gray eyes.
"Not now, Hannah," said Mickey, "hey, do you want to go to your friend's house... stay over maybe?"
"Sure... Gianna's please... and can Melanie drop me off? Please?"
Mickey looked at me.
"Sure," I said, "just go and get your things, sweetie. What's the address?"
"You don't have to," said Mickey once she went upstairs.
"I don't mind."
Mickey gave me the address.
I kissed him and took Hannah to my car. She sat in the backseat, a bag full of barbies and clothes.
"Here you go, sweetie." I smiled at her. She smiled at me, her two front teeth missing. She kissed me on the cheek.
She ran off to her friend's house. One she got inside, I drove off. Heather was still in the pool, along with a bunch of other people Mickey invited. Jordan was there actually talking ot her. Mickey was in the kitchen talking to some of our friends. For once, everything seemed normal.